As Wu Zurong guessed, Kasatonov was indeed frightened by the last Ming army attack. If he continued to sail slowly with the supply ship, then no matter how he played, he would be a dead end. n∈n∈,

The Ming army's land-based fighter jets were limited by range and could not always attack them, but the carrier-based aircraft of the Kunlun aircraft carrier did not need to consider this issue. As long as the aircraft carrier was kept up, it would be like a sperm whale that encountered a killer whale, waiting to be torn off all the meat in one go. The result of the air combat also proved that the Ming army's fighter jets were indeed as powerful as legends, and this was just a two-seat chasing wind. Then the tiger shark of a higher level would probably be crushed against the Jacques 25.

Since this is the case, it is better to do your best to fight.

"Comrades, the brave and fearless Red Navy soldiers, just like those soldiers who charge against the enemy's artillery fire in the great Patriotic War, charge towards victory ahead of us, pass my orders, all warships, and advance at full speed at thirty-two knots!"

On the sea in the twilight, Lieutenant General Kasatonov slapped the map hard and shouted. Under his palm was the Makassar Strait. At the entrance of this strait that is more than 700 kilometers long and nearly 300 kilometers wide, to the west is Zhaoren Mansion, the second largest naval air force base of the Ming army, and to the east, the Makassar Base. The two bases stood on both sides like two warriors holding giant axes.

What the Soviet fleet had to do was to fight out of this strait. Although the hope was slim, it was not without hope. Even if the Ming army's shore-based radar found them, they had basically entered the strait. After sailing at full speed for ten hours, they could escape the attack range of the Ming army. Kunlun was in Ambon, and it was difficult for him to block the exit of the strait in front of him. Georgia was fast. As long as he entered the Sulu Sea in front of Kunlun, the aircraft carrier would definitely not be able to catch up.

Of course, these ten hours are not so easy to spend. They have to face hundreds of fighter jets and bombers.

However, Kasatonov did not know that the Ming army's shore-based radar was much farther than he had imagined to search.

"Discover the Soviet fleet!"

Just two hours later, a striking spot of light appeared on the radar display screen of the Makassar base. After checking the information, the radar officer on duty immediately screamed.

At the airport in the distance, a battle alarm suddenly sounded, and then a two-seat wind-chasing fighter brigade immediately took off. At the same time, a newest tiger shark fighter squadron at Zhaoren Base 500 kilometers away, a Canberra bomber brigade took off. Even a Canberra squadron at the Sishui base was launched, and the three aircraft groups gathered towards the center at a speed of 900 kilometers per hour.

At the center of the upcoming gathering, nine Soviet warships led by Georgia were rushing at full speed on the sea surface under the night sky. The viscous heavy oil was constantly pumped into boilers by the oil pump. The burning furnace burned hundreds of degrees of high-temperature steam, and the steam turbines were rotated at high speed through pipes and nozzles. The rotating force was transmitted to brass propellers through the reduction gears and transmission shafts. The surging power of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of horsepower was like this, driving the giant ships to plow the sea surface and advance at a speed of 70 kilometers per hour.

On all the warships, all the Soviet naval officers and soldiers were on high alert, constantly doing their jobs, waiting for the upcoming bloody battle.

Everyone knows that this is a night that determines their destiny. They are going to fight and fight with their lives. Whether they turn into swollen corpses and bury them in the belly of fish, or sail towards the harbor of victory in the blood-red dawn, everything is decided tonight.

However, they did not know that they were one thousand kilometers away from this fleet. In addition, the fleet was also sailing at full speed like them.

"I finally waited, hurry up, and I ordered to go forward at full speed. The Soviets walked through the Makassar Strait. We must arrive before dawn to intercept."

Han Yanzong shouted excitedly.

"This is impossible!"

His chief of staff said hurriedly.

Their location at this time is in the Malugu Sea, at least 600 kilometers away from the exit of the Makassar Strait. Obviously, it is not easy for them to reach the exit of the Strait before dawn, because their fastest speed is much slower than that of the Soviet fleet. The latter is based on Georgia, which is 32-knot speed, and in the Kunlun aircraft carrier formation, both Kunlun and the Shin-class frigates are twenty-eight knots. Even if they can catch up, they can catch the tail of Georgia at most.

Han Yanzong was stunned for a moment, then reacted. After looking at the chart, he shouted without hesitation: "Turn into Tomini Bay!"

Their biggest obstacle was actually the 800-kilometer-long tail in the north of Sulawesi, but the narrowest part of this tail was only 20 kilometers wide. In this way, they went directly into Tomini Bay and waited on the right side of the Makassar Strait by more than 20 kilometers wide on the land. This also prevented the Soviet fleet from jumping over the wall and launching a desperate charge and using naval guns to attack them.

The fleet that was sailing immediately turned left and plunged into Tomini Bay to the end.

At this time, the first batch of attacking wind-chasing fighters had arrived. Although all Soviet warships were under light control on the dark sea, they still had nowhere to hide in front of the radar. Of course, the Soviets were also very clear about this. Immediately afterwards, the lights on the Georgian aircraft carrier lighted up, and twenty Jacques 25s that had been on standby were quickly ejected.

Because the bombers had not arrived yet, twelve of this group of Wind Chasing Fighters acted as attack aircraft. Just as the other twenty-four Wind Chasing Fighters quickly faced the Jacques 25, Twelve Wind Chasing Fleet with laser-guided bombs rushed straight to the Soviet fleet.

On both sides of the Georgia, the cruisers and destroyers, were kept under light control, and all the air cannons immediately ejected flames.

"Don't fight randomly, the cruiser at the forefront of the target enemy fleet, I'm responsible for illuminating, and you are responsible for dropping bombs."

At a height of five thousand meters, the Ming army fighter squadron leader He Hui looked at the Soviet warships reflected by the flames on the sea, and immediately shouted to the radio. Then, his Wind Chasing Fighter dropped a flare with a parachute on the right wing pod. The pale light in the sea became clearer. Then, the laser-guided pod carried on the left wing projected a beam of light towards the Soviet cruiser in the forefront on the sea.

At the same time, all other wind-chasing fighters immediately began to drop bombs, and dozens of laser-guided bombs flew towards the target.

This is the Zhidanov.

On this cruiser, the fire control radar quickly locked the target in the sky, and the computer processed the target data, and then transmitted the current to each turret through the current. The crew inside the turret made the final calculation and determined the shooting unit. One hundred-mm anti-aircraft gun was constantly spraying out dense shells.

Soon two chasing winds were hit by shells, which turned into falling debris in the explosion of flames. However, at this time, the other aircraft had already completed the bomb drop, and then they opened up and pulled up.

A shell exploded just in front of He Hui's pursuit wind. The explosion of air waves mixed with shrapnel hit the plane fiercely. Because it inhaled too much smoke, the engine stopped immediately. He Hui hurriedly controlled the plane to turn and tried to start the engine. At the same time, another fighter carrying a guide pod quickly took over his work and continued to guide the flying bomb with a laser.

More than ten seconds later, just like the original Orchonikize, the Zhidanov was completely submerged in the explosion of flames. When the flames faded, the large cruiser was beyond recognition. The raging fire soared into the sky on it, directly illuminating the entire sea. In front of the flames, a large number of sailors escaped from the cabin in panic and then jumped into the sea.

"Stay on the speed and keep moving!"

Kasatonov said expressionlessly that he could not do anything for this warship. In order to be able to escape from the Ming army's attack range in the shortest time, he had to maintain his current speed and move forward without stopping.

"Enemy planes, a large number of enemy planes!"

At this moment, the radar official behind him exclaimed.

Kasatonov smiled bitterly, then took the radio and said, "Alexander, another batch of enemy planes are arriving."

In the sky, the commander of the Soviet carrier-based aviation division who was fighting fiercely with radar and two chasing winds, the Soviet No. 2 ace of the Soviet air combat that year, Pokreshkin, was silent for a moment, and then said: "Comrade Commander, I can still hold on. Don't take off more fighters for the time being."

"Then, it depends on you."

Kasatonov said bitterly.

There are not many fighter jets left in them now. There are currently 20 Jacques 25 on the aircraft carrier, but Ming army fighter jets are still coming.

Pokreshkin didn't say anything more. Then, with the radar and the flares that kept hitting the sky, he struggled to entangle with two chasers. These opponents were extremely difficult, especially the air-to-air missiles hung under their wings, which pose a huge threat. He also took off the air and shot down one in the last air battle, but in order to cover his wingman, he was also shot down by the air-to-air missiles.

With his extremely rich combat experience, this top ace of the Soviet Air Force was extremely cunning in the air. A few minutes later, he finally got a chance to bite the tail of a chaser, then pressed the fire button. In the pale light of the flare, the latter could be seen flying in the lines of fire very skillfully, trying to get rid of his attack.

However, the experience accumulated in countless air battles finally gave Pokreshkin the upper hand, and soon he rushed to less than 500 meters.

But just as his fingers were about to press the fire button and launch the last fatal blow, the sky was dim in the distance, and a little fire suddenly arrived at an extremely fast speed. He screamed, and suddenly dived with a cold sweat. At the same time, he turned over and turned to the right. However, the fire that had reached his right corner with a very small radius and instantly arrived in front of him.

"Damn it, isn't this thing only rear-end?"

Pokreshkin screamed amid the explosion of the missile. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!